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I Was Cool

Is truth handicapped? Why people takes an oath of truth, When a person speaks truth, He also needs witness to prove truth. If a person fails to prove his innocence, Is a trust of witness more powerful? What is a value of truth if witness is all? If system is decisive and unfair, then. Early in the morning, when police raided, And arrested me to blame a killer, Rapist and kidnapper and wore hand cliff, To prove justice and put me behind the bars. I went to replace my company order, Day was dizzy and I forget my glasses at home, Also a sign was missing from the road, I was thinking to stop someone to ask a road. I saw a woman she was over the phone, I was still driving and thought not to disturb her, I saw a bike man and tried to stop him, But he ignored me and went off straight. At the junction when I stop to read my map, I saw a gentleman stop his car on the right side. When I noted to shake his head, I came out, What you said to that woman, he pointed me out? Who is a woman? That she is coming down, I saw a lady was still over the phone, I bend to talk to him and explained about my visit. I got you, I got your number and I will call the police. I look behind I saw someone was running on the road. I went to see my client and came back home. Police blocked me and put me on bail for five month, Video ID, finger print and my character verification. Police harassed my family to investigate my relations, I told them I am n’t such person, blame is totally false, Nobody trusted me until defendant failed me to pick, I was terribly shocked and asking them to appear court. They said to me, my case is still under investigation, I asked if police has no proof why these blames are. I was feeling frustration and angry against system, If your wife asks for justice? Officer said. I was cool.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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